Go Firth and Conquer: A Tribute to Colin Firth

Watching—well, re-watching for the 2350823508th time, to be more accurate—Love Actually this weekend, it occurred to me: Colin Firth is like the British, male Beyoncé. Wait, wait, hear me out. Can you think of one flaw that this man has? I'll give you a moment...

...Nope? Let's proceed.

It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that all women love Colin Firth—whether she was first introduced to him during a Saturday afternoon matinee of Bridget Jones Diary on TBS or watching the BBC Pride and Prejudice miniseries in her high school English class. He can do virtually no wrong. I think Mindy Kaling put it so succintly in her book Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?:

"All women love Colin Firth: Mr. Darcy, Mark Darcy, George VI—at this point he could play the Craiglist Killer and people would be like, Oh my God, the Craigslist Killer has the most boyish smile!'"

So, just because it's almost Christmas (and at Christmas you tell the truth about silly celebrity crushes), may I present to you a (visual) list of why Colin Firth is Britain's true crown jewel.